Oh, and if we are talking planes, let's just not limit it to babies, let's expand to shit I see every week:
- The Talker - shut up motherfucker. I don't care that you are from Tulsa and on your way to the 14th annual Dildo Convention. I don't care that your son plays competitive travel badminton or that your wife has an artificial leg. Shut up. If I have my iPad open, I'm watching a movie. If I have my laptop open, I'm working. If I'm in a sport coat or slacks, I'm clearly on the way to a meeting somewhere. Dawn on you that I might want to do some work and prepare for said meeting?
- The 'iPad for Kid With No Headphones' Lady - you know the type. Have to keep little BroxtonMackenzeeFrodo entertained. iPads are a godsend for that. You know what? Make the kids wear goddamn headphones. I don't want to hear beeps and blips and fucking fruity Caillou dialogue and neither does anyone else.
- The 'Stanky Food On Plane' Guy - every plane has this fuckstick. 48 minute flight time to Minneapolis. He's so hungry he can't wait the 48 minutes to eat, so he brings a stanky ass Sausage McMuffin on the plane or some gorgonzola pepperoni curry pizza from Wolfgang Pucks. On an aluminum tube. Stanks up the whole plane.
- The 'Everyone Hear My Conversation' Guy - we get it, you're 'about to take off, but only have like 2 minutes to chat'. Then we have to hear you scream your silly conversation about dotting i's and crossing t's and boiling oceans and blocking and tackling and KPIs and lipstick on a pig and A/B testing and EBITDA and how some jag off in your business unit 'isn't carrying his weight'. Shut up and wait until you land. It CAN wait the 48 minutes.
- The 'Funk Guy - whether it be cologne or BO (yes, I'm looking at you Indian IT guys). Self explanatory.
- The 'Nasty Socks on Bulkhead' Guy - if I can't get an upgrade the best seats on the American configuration of a 319 are the bulkhead aisle and the exit row aisle. Of course, there will always be a dickhead next to me who takes his shoes up and puts his legs up on that bulkhead wall. Stanky socks about 4 feet away right at nose height.
- The 'Steal the Overhead' Guy - the guy sitting in 32B who feels the need to stick his bag and shit above your seat in 9A. Bring your shit to the back dickbag. That also goes for the assclown who sticks his roller bag AND his laptop bag in the overhead. Doesn't work that way hotshot. And of course, the dumbs who thinks they are going to cram a dishwasher box into the overhead. Doesn't fit so now they have to try to work their way all the way back to the front of the plane to check it. Usually some Indigo Girls looking chick with a big ass backpack on her way to some youth hostel Molly excursion in Machu Pichu.
And lastly, the 'Leave My Computer Bag or Purse Over My Shoulder And Smash Everyone In the Fucking Head as I Roll My Fat Ass Down the Aisle' Lady. There are at least 5 of them on every flight.